My Modern Haunting
Harlow Payden’s summer was going to be flawless;
promises of parties and fun, and of course, a sixteenth birthday to remember. But when her mother announces one day that she and her twin sister, Gemma, would be celebrating in a new town, clear cross country from everything she knows, all of her dreams were shattered. Forced to leave her charmed life behind, Harlow quickly learns her perfect new town isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Surrounded by secrets and lies, the mystery deepens when Harlow meets a charmingly handsome, Caspian. The plot then thickens when her obsessive digging leads to her ultimate sacrifice … she dies. Unable to rest, she returns in spirit with Caspian her only ally as she continues towards the truth is this gripping, suspenseful, and romantic story of a girl on a mission. Will the truth finally be told? Or will Harlow Payden be forced to forever roam the land a ghost her family cannot see? Find out now is My Modern Haunting.
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
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- Rated R - For Violence And Adult Content
Reader Discretion Is Advised
Prologue
Dozens of red and blues flashed around the street, illuminating the darkness with their eerie presence and casting a sense of fear into all those who stood by watching. The rain that pounded all day finally let up an hour earlier, but the dampness still lingered; adding to the ambiance of the moment. It was unseasonably cold. Curious neighbors wrapped in blankets and thick jackets as they huddled together opposite the police cruiser barrier. With their whispers and shocked expressions, water droplets fell from the trees and dribbled off of roofs. In the distance, a dog was barking.
It was well after midnight this Thursday morning. Early October.
In an instant, an ordinary American middle class neighborhood transformed into something out of the movies.
Brindle was the small north eastern town where nothing exciting ever
happened. A town where time seemed all too often stands still with boredom and tradition.
The perfect location for secrets and murder really. Though, even I myself
would never have thought so before this night. Well … before this month.
You see, I not only attend high school in this hole in the wall, but I live
here too. My mother, Clairetta, moved us here against our will. By us I speak of myself and my twin sister Gemma and by against our will I mean we were perfectly happy where we were. We lovedL.A.The sunshine, the heat, even the smog … but mother said it was too dangerous and thus moved us away.
Little did she know where the real danger lurked.
On this night, in this town, lives changed forever.
The night tears were shed … The night secrets were exposed … The night police were baffled …
The night I died.
promises of parties and fun, and of course, a sixteenth birthday to remember. But when her mother announces one day that she and her twin sister, Gemma, would be celebrating in a new town, clear cross country from everything she knows, all of her dreams were shattered. Forced to leave her charmed life behind, Harlow quickly learns her perfect new town isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Surrounded by secrets and lies, the mystery deepens when Harlow meets a charmingly handsome, Caspian. The plot then thickens when her obsessive digging leads to her ultimate sacrifice … she dies. Unable to rest, she returns in spirit with Caspian her only ally as she continues towards the truth is this gripping, suspenseful, and romantic story of a girl on a mission. Will the truth finally be told? Or will Harlow Payden be forced to forever roam the land a ghost her family cannot see? Find out now is My Modern Haunting.
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
– All rights reserved –
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are strictly enforced. All material posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws.
Please respect my talent.
- Rated R - For Violence And Adult Content
Reader Discretion Is Advised
Prologue
Dozens of red and blues flashed around the street, illuminating the darkness with their eerie presence and casting a sense of fear into all those who stood by watching. The rain that pounded all day finally let up an hour earlier, but the dampness still lingered; adding to the ambiance of the moment. It was unseasonably cold. Curious neighbors wrapped in blankets and thick jackets as they huddled together opposite the police cruiser barrier. With their whispers and shocked expressions, water droplets fell from the trees and dribbled off of roofs. In the distance, a dog was barking.
It was well after midnight this Thursday morning. Early October.
In an instant, an ordinary American middle class neighborhood transformed into something out of the movies.
Brindle was the small north eastern town where nothing exciting ever
happened. A town where time seemed all too often stands still with boredom and tradition.
The perfect location for secrets and murder really. Though, even I myself
would never have thought so before this night. Well … before this month.
You see, I not only attend high school in this hole in the wall, but I live
here too. My mother, Clairetta, moved us here against our will. By us I speak of myself and my twin sister Gemma and by against our will I mean we were perfectly happy where we were. We lovedL.A.The sunshine, the heat, even the smog … but mother said it was too dangerous and thus moved us away.
Little did she know where the real danger lurked.
On this night, in this town, lives changed forever.
The night tears were shed … The night secrets were exposed … The night police were baffled …
The night I died.
Dangerous Deceptions
At seventeen, Danica Parker is the youngest and only girl in both family and pack. With five older brothers and a father who is alpha, life has never been easy as she has always been singled out for both age and gender. Sent away to an all girls school her freshman year, her anger quickly turned into happiness as she embraced her new lifestyle and accepted, for the first time ever, being able to live her own life.
Four years later school is over and the time to return home and assume position with the pack has come. With it, taking place with her betrothed mate Gaston. There’s just one problem … Danica is in love with a vampire. The one and only known enemy to the wolves. With a new life and new attitude, Danica must fight to prove she is not only capable of making her own decisions, but is adult and independent enough to choose love over destiny.
- Rated R - For Mature Content
Reader discretion is advised
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
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Prologue
Being the youngest of six is never easy. Being the youngest and the
only girl in a family of boys isn’t exactly easy either. I should know. I am
both.
My name is Danica Parker. At seventeen years of age, I am what some would call unique in both personality and physiology. You see, I am not a normal girl by any means. Not human. Well, not completely … I am a wolf. My entire family is.
With five older brothers who, by nature, are rambunctious and loud and also wolves … to say life is never boring would be an understatement. Growing up we six would often get in trouble for our shenanigans. Of course, as the youngest I would fall for their little tricks and be their test dummie of sorts. When we were real young my cuteness would work so that I never got grounded; but as soon as I came into my own, I too felt the lash of father’s wrath.
Father is an alpha … an important piece to the pack puzzle, to which he
overlooks eleven not counting us six children.
A pack that I am the only female member of.
Singled out by age and gender, I have been a tom boy since I could walk.
Eager to fit in and be accepted as an equaled member of the pack; equal member of the family.
So when father decided to send me away to an all girls school my freshman
year of high school, I was devastated. Not only had I never been away from home – away from my brothers, away from my pack. But I had never been on my own. Never been allowed to make my own decisions and mistakes. Never been allowed to be myself.
Now it is four years later and I have just graduated my senior year. My final year. With school over it is time to head back home … back to reality.
As the sole female and youngest member of the pack my destiny differs from the other members. Once eighteen I am to be mated. Marked for a life of ‘yes dears’ obeying the orders of another, with whom I am to be devoted to. Marked for a life that will no longer be mine. Marked for a life I do not want to live.
His name is Gaston and I despise him.
My father thinks my ‘accept life as it is’ attitude will remain in place upon
returning home. That my mouth will remain shut and I will jump for joy at being wed off.
My brothers … they are excited because their partner in crime is returning
and by mating they will gain a brother to join in their festivities.
What none of them realize is that four years is a long time. A lot can happen during that time. A lot has happened in that time. I am not the same little ignorant child they shipped away. I have my own mind and am not afraid to speak it. Being away for so long has changed me in more ways than any of them would have thought. Any of them are prepared for.
And I have a surprise for them.
I am in love … with … a … vampire.
Four years later school is over and the time to return home and assume position with the pack has come. With it, taking place with her betrothed mate Gaston. There’s just one problem … Danica is in love with a vampire. The one and only known enemy to the wolves. With a new life and new attitude, Danica must fight to prove she is not only capable of making her own decisions, but is adult and independent enough to choose love over destiny.
- Rated R - For Mature Content
Reader discretion is advised
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
– All rights reserved –
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are strictly enforced. All material posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws
Please respect my talent.
Prologue
Being the youngest of six is never easy. Being the youngest and the
only girl in a family of boys isn’t exactly easy either. I should know. I am
both.
My name is Danica Parker. At seventeen years of age, I am what some would call unique in both personality and physiology. You see, I am not a normal girl by any means. Not human. Well, not completely … I am a wolf. My entire family is.
With five older brothers who, by nature, are rambunctious and loud and also wolves … to say life is never boring would be an understatement. Growing up we six would often get in trouble for our shenanigans. Of course, as the youngest I would fall for their little tricks and be their test dummie of sorts. When we were real young my cuteness would work so that I never got grounded; but as soon as I came into my own, I too felt the lash of father’s wrath.
Father is an alpha … an important piece to the pack puzzle, to which he
overlooks eleven not counting us six children.
A pack that I am the only female member of.
Singled out by age and gender, I have been a tom boy since I could walk.
Eager to fit in and be accepted as an equaled member of the pack; equal member of the family.
So when father decided to send me away to an all girls school my freshman
year of high school, I was devastated. Not only had I never been away from home – away from my brothers, away from my pack. But I had never been on my own. Never been allowed to make my own decisions and mistakes. Never been allowed to be myself.
Now it is four years later and I have just graduated my senior year. My final year. With school over it is time to head back home … back to reality.
As the sole female and youngest member of the pack my destiny differs from the other members. Once eighteen I am to be mated. Marked for a life of ‘yes dears’ obeying the orders of another, with whom I am to be devoted to. Marked for a life that will no longer be mine. Marked for a life I do not want to live.
His name is Gaston and I despise him.
My father thinks my ‘accept life as it is’ attitude will remain in place upon
returning home. That my mouth will remain shut and I will jump for joy at being wed off.
My brothers … they are excited because their partner in crime is returning
and by mating they will gain a brother to join in their festivities.
What none of them realize is that four years is a long time. A lot can happen during that time. A lot has happened in that time. I am not the same little ignorant child they shipped away. I have my own mind and am not afraid to speak it. Being away for so long has changed me in more ways than any of them would have thought. Any of them are prepared for.
And I have a surprise for them.
I am in love … with … a … vampire.
Light Bringer
If you think you know everything there is to know
about magic and the supernatural, think again. A new wave of supernatural is coming and there will be no going back!
Earth is dying – the planet’s natural plane, collapsing. Five were created to prevent further damage and correct what is done before time runs out and the entire universe is corrupted. Five work together to maintain balance and regain control. But only one will be strong enough to save this world and all its corresponding elements … the question is, will you be strong enough to keep up??
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
- All Rights Reserved -
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are strictly enforced. All material
posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws
Please respect my talent.
Rated YA - Mild Mature Content
Prologue
I wanted to run. Seek and find my sanity. Or what I thought was sanity
... He says I am epic. A heroic creation not of this world. Could he be right?? I don’t feel very important.
She is important. That I know. Even before father sent me on his mission I knew she was different. But to compare me to her?? I wonder if Raja is
beyond his years. Maybe it is time the old wizard retires.
I am not prepared for this. Am no where’s near the man they think I
am. Capable of greatness? Ha! I laugh when I think about my life to now and how little input myself truly had. I think of the possibilities they bring and remember the simple fact that I am a nobody.
Heroic creation ... not in this lifetime.
Amana lowered the worn book to her lap. She had known of Colt’s reservations but had not realized to what extent his hesitation had
stemmed.
It was a lot to take in. This she knew all too well. And maybe it was too soon to bring him to Raja. Guidance in that strength can be frightening to someone who, until recently, did not believe; was not allowed to believe. But ... it was time. Waiting for his understanding and acceptance would have proven disastrous. Wasted what little precious time remained.
No ... unveiling her being and earning his trust was necessary. As was Raja’s insistence in knowledge.
Still, learning of Colt’s reservations panged a new feeling within Amana that had yet been felt in this life. It was almost painful and most certainly something she wished not feel again.
Stuffing the book in her jacket, Amana sighed. So much was left to learn. She wondered if she herself would be prepared for the challenges they were left to face.
A dangerous road lay ahead. Moments like this, where doubt was allowed the freedom to dance and play would not be allowed where they were heading.
Looking out to the world around her, taking in the setting suns colors, Amana almost cried. So much beauty was in a days close; beauty that promised even more was to follow. And day after day that promise would prove true as the sun would rise and fall with delight, basking its warmth out to everything willing to feel.
But those promises came with a price and the ticket was most expensive.
Sunsets were limited and with beauty always rode the ugly.
Dropping her gaze from sky towards ground, Amana felt yet another emotion she wished not to feel again –anger. Humans had so much
amazement around them. So very much to live for from nature alone. And yet they were blind, destructive beings who cared for one’s self alone.
Even in all the training she had endured, she wondered now to what it was worth. Renewing a planet whose most infamous creature was more predator than the imagination could conjure seemed almost inane.
Regardless of her thoughts in the matter, she had a mission to fulfill. Her sole reason for existence was to save this planet and she couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what was asked of her.
Yet another sensation rippled through her core. This one, though rather new as well, she recognized right away. Colt was thinking of her.
Rising to her feet, Amana stretched her tired muscles and released her constricted wings. Then, in one fluid, well practiced movement, she was no longer on her rooftop perch but high in the evening sky. Soaring to new heights as the feeling of lust threatened to take over all senses.
Just as she crossed over the moons growing gleam, Amana laughed. The sound echoed down to the ground, perceived to be just another sound of the night. Amana laughed harder.
about magic and the supernatural, think again. A new wave of supernatural is coming and there will be no going back!
Earth is dying – the planet’s natural plane, collapsing. Five were created to prevent further damage and correct what is done before time runs out and the entire universe is corrupted. Five work together to maintain balance and regain control. But only one will be strong enough to save this world and all its corresponding elements … the question is, will you be strong enough to keep up??
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
- All Rights Reserved -
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are strictly enforced. All material
posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws
Please respect my talent.
Rated YA - Mild Mature Content
Prologue
I wanted to run. Seek and find my sanity. Or what I thought was sanity
... He says I am epic. A heroic creation not of this world. Could he be right?? I don’t feel very important.
She is important. That I know. Even before father sent me on his mission I knew she was different. But to compare me to her?? I wonder if Raja is
beyond his years. Maybe it is time the old wizard retires.
I am not prepared for this. Am no where’s near the man they think I
am. Capable of greatness? Ha! I laugh when I think about my life to now and how little input myself truly had. I think of the possibilities they bring and remember the simple fact that I am a nobody.
Heroic creation ... not in this lifetime.
Amana lowered the worn book to her lap. She had known of Colt’s reservations but had not realized to what extent his hesitation had
stemmed.
It was a lot to take in. This she knew all too well. And maybe it was too soon to bring him to Raja. Guidance in that strength can be frightening to someone who, until recently, did not believe; was not allowed to believe. But ... it was time. Waiting for his understanding and acceptance would have proven disastrous. Wasted what little precious time remained.
No ... unveiling her being and earning his trust was necessary. As was Raja’s insistence in knowledge.
Still, learning of Colt’s reservations panged a new feeling within Amana that had yet been felt in this life. It was almost painful and most certainly something she wished not feel again.
Stuffing the book in her jacket, Amana sighed. So much was left to learn. She wondered if she herself would be prepared for the challenges they were left to face.
A dangerous road lay ahead. Moments like this, where doubt was allowed the freedom to dance and play would not be allowed where they were heading.
Looking out to the world around her, taking in the setting suns colors, Amana almost cried. So much beauty was in a days close; beauty that promised even more was to follow. And day after day that promise would prove true as the sun would rise and fall with delight, basking its warmth out to everything willing to feel.
But those promises came with a price and the ticket was most expensive.
Sunsets were limited and with beauty always rode the ugly.
Dropping her gaze from sky towards ground, Amana felt yet another emotion she wished not to feel again –anger. Humans had so much
amazement around them. So very much to live for from nature alone. And yet they were blind, destructive beings who cared for one’s self alone.
Even in all the training she had endured, she wondered now to what it was worth. Renewing a planet whose most infamous creature was more predator than the imagination could conjure seemed almost inane.
Regardless of her thoughts in the matter, she had a mission to fulfill. Her sole reason for existence was to save this planet and she couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what was asked of her.
Yet another sensation rippled through her core. This one, though rather new as well, she recognized right away. Colt was thinking of her.
Rising to her feet, Amana stretched her tired muscles and released her constricted wings. Then, in one fluid, well practiced movement, she was no longer on her rooftop perch but high in the evening sky. Soaring to new heights as the feeling of lust threatened to take over all senses.
Just as she crossed over the moons growing gleam, Amana laughed. The sound echoed down to the ground, perceived to be just another sound of the night. Amana laughed harder.
Hunting Desires
Haunted by her past, Adrian Grant is a vampire hunter on a mission to rid the world of its evil beings and destroy her mother’s murderer in the process. Sex, love, and bloodshed … Adrian is a vigorous and
indomitable warrior who crumbles to nothing. Until she meets the mysterious and dangerous Daven. Face to face with her fears, will her attraction blind her from uncovering her truth? Or will love prevail as an aid in the many twists and turns Adrian’s journey takes us in Hunting Desires.
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
– All rights reserved –
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are
strictly forced. All material posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws –
Please respect my talent.
* * * *
Rated R - Mature Content
Reader Discretion is Advised
Prologue
A wise man once said, “Life is like a game of cards. Your game is only as good as the hand you are dealt.” I can’t help but think of how true a statement that has become to me. You see, my life has been full of many ups and downs, twists and turns. It seems that no matter how much
happiness is displayed around me, around the corner hides fury – and he is a son
of a bitch.
That wise man was my father and those words were his life’s vow. He was a gambling man, so it figures he would speak the lingo when making such an analogy. Took me a long time to understand his hidden meaning though; too young and naïve to give it much thought. But I was forced to grow up fast. Learn the hard lessons of life in ways others only feared.
You see, my mother was murdered when I was four. Being the only witness to such a brutal crime had baffled a lot of simple folk. Worried them lots too. Not that I could speak much from that day. I was, after all, only a child. Remember … sure I could remember every single detail – the way my yellow party dress sparkled and shined beneath the suns warming rays. The smell of my mama’s favorite floral perfume. The smile on both my parents faces as they watched me open my birthday presents. How happy I felt inside knowing that I came from a loving, somewhat neurotic, southern middle classed family. I could recall every single pleasing moment of that day.
Of course, I could also remember the bad. The eerie feelings that something dire was gonna happen had followed me for days prior to the event. My dad claimed it was a child’s imagination getting the best of me, but my mama … well, she knew there was something more to it; even if she refused to elaborate on it then. I could see it in the way she kept a close eye on me, she knew something was off. And on the day she was killed, she had been
acting strange. Talking all crazy and bouncing all over. She even picked a fight with my dad, which was something I ain’t never seen her do. My parents never so much as bickered up until then. Eventually she just walked out. Cursing and yelling as the screened door slammed behind her. And when she returned, she was different. Quiet. Distant. Like her body was there but her mind was miles away refusing to come back home. I could see how this hurt my dad. Of course, that was nothing compared to the pain I saw in his eyes after her death.
His eyes still haunt my nightmares to this day – the murderer. Deep black and full of evil. As a child I was convinced he was the devil himself. Kinda still do. Though I have a much greater understanding to how evil he really was now that I am older. You see, even though I was young and frightened I refused to let my mama’s killer get away with his wicked act. Determined to track him down and make him pay. Little did I know then what tracking him down would entail. The many twists and turns reality would take.
I discovered back when I was four that evil existed n this grand world of ours. At thirteen, I learned that nothing is as it appears. Now that I am twenty-five I am fully aware that there are beings that walk around the streets clear as day pretending to be like us, when really they are the most malicious creatures the world has ever been blind to. Capable of practically anything and willing to destroy a person’s happiness in a blink of an eye. Incapable of feeling remorse. Incapable of anything other than hate.
Fully capable of being hunted.
My name is Adrian Grant. I am tall and thin; with long flowing black hair and big piercing blue eyes. In many ways I resemble my dead mother; right down to her curvaceous demeanor. I am an information seeker. My body is my greatest tool that I enjoy using to get what I require. Though originally from the deep southern plane ofAlabama, I now travel the country; never staying in one place too long.
I am on a mission.
I am determined.
I am a vampire hunter.
indomitable warrior who crumbles to nothing. Until she meets the mysterious and dangerous Daven. Face to face with her fears, will her attraction blind her from uncovering her truth? Or will love prevail as an aid in the many twists and turns Adrian’s journey takes us in Hunting Desires.
Copyright by Brenda Hastings 2011
– All rights reserved –
Plagiarism is not tolerated. Copyrights are
strictly forced. All material posted fall under U.S. Copyright Laws –
Please respect my talent.
* * * *
Rated R - Mature Content
Reader Discretion is Advised
Prologue
A wise man once said, “Life is like a game of cards. Your game is only as good as the hand you are dealt.” I can’t help but think of how true a statement that has become to me. You see, my life has been full of many ups and downs, twists and turns. It seems that no matter how much
happiness is displayed around me, around the corner hides fury – and he is a son
of a bitch.
That wise man was my father and those words were his life’s vow. He was a gambling man, so it figures he would speak the lingo when making such an analogy. Took me a long time to understand his hidden meaning though; too young and naïve to give it much thought. But I was forced to grow up fast. Learn the hard lessons of life in ways others only feared.
You see, my mother was murdered when I was four. Being the only witness to such a brutal crime had baffled a lot of simple folk. Worried them lots too. Not that I could speak much from that day. I was, after all, only a child. Remember … sure I could remember every single detail – the way my yellow party dress sparkled and shined beneath the suns warming rays. The smell of my mama’s favorite floral perfume. The smile on both my parents faces as they watched me open my birthday presents. How happy I felt inside knowing that I came from a loving, somewhat neurotic, southern middle classed family. I could recall every single pleasing moment of that day.
Of course, I could also remember the bad. The eerie feelings that something dire was gonna happen had followed me for days prior to the event. My dad claimed it was a child’s imagination getting the best of me, but my mama … well, she knew there was something more to it; even if she refused to elaborate on it then. I could see it in the way she kept a close eye on me, she knew something was off. And on the day she was killed, she had been
acting strange. Talking all crazy and bouncing all over. She even picked a fight with my dad, which was something I ain’t never seen her do. My parents never so much as bickered up until then. Eventually she just walked out. Cursing and yelling as the screened door slammed behind her. And when she returned, she was different. Quiet. Distant. Like her body was there but her mind was miles away refusing to come back home. I could see how this hurt my dad. Of course, that was nothing compared to the pain I saw in his eyes after her death.
His eyes still haunt my nightmares to this day – the murderer. Deep black and full of evil. As a child I was convinced he was the devil himself. Kinda still do. Though I have a much greater understanding to how evil he really was now that I am older. You see, even though I was young and frightened I refused to let my mama’s killer get away with his wicked act. Determined to track him down and make him pay. Little did I know then what tracking him down would entail. The many twists and turns reality would take.
I discovered back when I was four that evil existed n this grand world of ours. At thirteen, I learned that nothing is as it appears. Now that I am twenty-five I am fully aware that there are beings that walk around the streets clear as day pretending to be like us, when really they are the most malicious creatures the world has ever been blind to. Capable of practically anything and willing to destroy a person’s happiness in a blink of an eye. Incapable of feeling remorse. Incapable of anything other than hate.
Fully capable of being hunted.
My name is Adrian Grant. I am tall and thin; with long flowing black hair and big piercing blue eyes. In many ways I resemble my dead mother; right down to her curvaceous demeanor. I am an information seeker. My body is my greatest tool that I enjoy using to get what I require. Though originally from the deep southern plane ofAlabama, I now travel the country; never staying in one place too long.
I am on a mission.
I am determined.
I am a vampire hunter.